Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.